Zhu Zhuqing? Chopped into Eight Pieces!

The Slime Academy members discussed it one after another, their faces filled with worry and confusion.

But the competition would not stop because of their discussion. The announcer's voice rang out once more.

"First round of the Preliminary Tournament: Imperial Dou Academy versus Blue Lightning Academy. The match will officially begin in half an hour. Both teams, please prepare yourselves!"

"Other participating academies may proceed to the rest area and await further notice!"

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. When the referee in the center of the arena raised the token in his hand,

the members of Imperial Dou Academy and Blue Lightning Academy emerged from the passages on either side. A tense and fierce battle had officially begun!

Pale moonlight spilled over Slime Academy, tinting its bricks and tiles with a faint silvery glow.

Yet an unusually oppressive silence filled the meeting room, and the air felt frozen, heavy and suffocating.

The clamor of the opening ceremony seemed to still ring in their ears, but it had ended so quickly that they had been caught entirely off guard.

Imperial Dou Academy's strength was terrifying. In just five minutes, they had swept through Blue Lightning Academy with overwhelming force.

"We're facing the Spirit Hall Team tomorrow. What should we do? Fight or not?"

Dai Mubai was the first to break the suffocating silence.

"They have at least three Soul Emperors, and their spirit ring configurations are top-tier. With our current strength, our chances of winning are probably less than ten percent."

Oscar sat to one side, his voice carrying a trace of bitterness.

"Wuwuwu... ahhh..."

Ma Hongjun's face had turned bright red with anxiety as urgent cries escaped his mouth.

But without a tongue, he could not utter a complete sentence and could only express himself